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26 November 2015  •  No. 47

¶ Processional.Break the Bread of Belonging (welcome the stranger in the land),” by Gary Rand.

¶ Invocation.Come, Ye Thankful People, Come,” by the Mormon Tabernacle Choir.

¶ Call to worship. “I would maintain that thanks are the highest form of thought; and that gratitude is happiness doubled by wonder.” —G.K. Chesterton

¶ Hymn of praise.  “Thanksgiving Song,” by Mary Chapin Carpenter.

¶ The first known thanksgiving festival in North America was celebrated by Francisco Vásquez de Coronado and the people he called “Tejas” (members of the Hasinai group of Caddo-speaking Native Americans) on 23 May 1541 in Palo Duro Canyon, south of Amarillo in the Texas Panhandle.

¶ Who were the Pilgrims?
        • Of the 102 passengers aboard the Mayflower, which established the Plymouth Colony on the coast of what is now Massachusetts (making land on 21 November 1620), only 35 were members of Pastor John Robinson’s Separatist congregation (Pilgrims) seeking religious freedom in the “New World.” The other 67 were adventurers, economic refugees from Britain’s overcrowding, and what we today might call venture capitalists, seeking profit from a new source of raw materials.
        •From an economic standpoint, the Mayflower’s purpose was to turn a profit for investors in the London Company that financed the venture.
        •The term “Pilgrim” was not used to identify the early English settlers until 1840. They used the word “Saints” for themselves and designated their fellow passengers as “Strangers.”
        • It took 66 days to travel the 2750 miles (an average speed of two miles per hour) to the “New World” coast, arriving 9 November 1620 just north of Cape Cod. The ship’s original destination was the Hudson River’s mouth in what is now the New York City harbor, but storms blew them off course.

Left: “Madonna of the Harvest,” ©John August Swanson 

       • The event now commemorated in the United States at the end of November each year is more properly described as a harvest festival (of which there are many in the world). The original festival was probably held in early October 1621 and was celebrated by the 53 immigrants who survived that first harsh winter, along with Wampanoag Chief Massasoit and 90 of his men.
        •The Wampanoag were not invited in advance to the first “thanksgiving” feast. The English settlers had just harvested their first crops and celebrated by firing their guns. Wampanoag Chief Massasoit’s men heard the gunfire and, thinking the settlers were being attacked, ventured into the village. Then the settlers invited them to join the feast. Realizing there was not enough food, Massasoit’s men went hunting and brought back deer.

¶ Oh, Come Let’s NOT Adore Him. “Don’t give me the innocent stuff, they [relatives of ISIS combatants] are not innocent. This is a war and you can’t worry about blood on your hands no matter whose it is. If you are wondering ‘what would Jesus do?’ I suggest you wonder ‘what would Joshua do?’” —recent letter to the editor in the “Asheville Citizen-Times”

¶ Intercession. “Oh, if answers to our global wounds could be gathered like wild flowers in the spring, brought home, placed in a vase of water blessing us with the simplicity of their beauty and shared with others, what would our world be then? I can only try to be one of those stems, sharing the best I can be, if only for a moment.  —Chaplain Susan Turley, in a Facebook post

Right: "The First Thanksgiving at Plymouth," painting by Jennie A. Brownscombe (1914).

¶ Words of assurance. “If the only prayer you say in your life is thank you, it will be enough.” —Meister Eckhart (1260-1328), German theologian and mystic

¶ Fun facts about Thanksgiving.
        •Benjamin Franklin felt the eagle a “bad moral character” and thus wanted the turkey, a “much more respectable bird,” to be the national bird of the United States.
        •Thomas Jefferson thought the concept of Thanksgiving was "the most ridiculous idea I’ve ever heard."
        •Some historians—and many Virginians—say the first Thanksgiving took place on the James River southeast of Richmond. On December 4, 1619, a year before the Mayflower left port, the settlers at today’s Berkeley Plantation gave thanks for their safe landing by order of the colony’s investors, who demanded the date be kept perpetually “as a day of Thanksgiving to Almighty God.”
        •Last year emergency calls to the “turkey hotline” (800-288-8372, in case you need it) jumped 165%. Must be all those culinary-challenged Millennials and their post-modern prejudice against actual recipes, such that they are now “carried about with every wind of [comestible] doctrine” (Ephesians 4:14 KJV).
        •Why is it called a turkey? Back in the day, the Europeans took a liking to the guinea fowls imported to the continent. Since the birds were imported by Turkish merchants, the English called them turkeys. Later, when the Spaniards came to America, they found a bird that tasted like those guinea fowls. When they were sent to Europe, the English called these birds "turkeys" as well.
        •Fossil evidence shows that turkeys roamed the Americas 10 million years ago.
        •President Abraham Lincoln first ordered, on 28 November 1861, the closing of federal government offices to close for a local day of thanksgiving. Two years later, on 3 October 1863, he issued a formal proclamation setting the last Thursday in November as a national day of thanksgiving. However, it wasn’t until 1941 that Congress made the holiday official.
        •Our Canadian friends celebrate Thanksgiving Day (Jour de l'action de grâce) on the second Monday of each October. (And, yes, the Canadian Football League plays—not one game, but a doubleheader—on Thanksgiving Day, though they have funny rules.)
        •TV dinners have Thanksgiving to thank. In 1953, someone at the Swanson company misjudged the number of frozen turkeys it would sell that Thanksgiving—by 26 tons! Some industrious soul came up with a brilliant plan: Why not slice up the meat and repackage with some trimmings on the side? Thus, the first TV dinner was born!
        •More alcohol is sold on the Wednesday before Thanksgiving than any other day of the year. The Friday after Thanksgiving is the year’s busiest shopping day and the busiest day for plumbers.
        •The first dish I learned to cook (if opening cans, mixing them in a dish and heating can be considered cooking) was green bean casserole, a Thanksgiving table tradition (except at our house). Its inventor, Campbell Soup Company employee Dorcas Reilly, was inducted into the Inventor’s Hall of Fame following her 1955 tour de force.
        •Some 43 million US citizens will take to the road this Thanksgiving weekend.
        •Confused about the difference between yams and sweet potatoes? (It’s highly unlikely you’ve ever eaten a yam, which can grow to five feet in length; and they’re not commercially produced here). Here’s a helpful article explaining the difference.
        •Shopping has always been the twinkle in the eye of Thanksgiving promoters. In 1939, 1940 and 1941, President Roosevelt set the Thanksgiving observance a week early, as a way to spur economic growth and extend the Christmas shopping season.
        •The last time Hannukkah and Thanksgiving coincided was in 1888. It won’t happen again for 70,000 years.
        •The transliterated Greek word for “thanksgiving” is “eucharistia.”

¶ “Pilgrims owe their lives to patron saint Squanto” (Tisquantum), who taught the early English settlers to grow food, build houses from native materials, and mediated relations with Native people in the region.

¶ Text often quoted by the English settlers. “Ask of me, and I shall give thee the heathen for thine inheritance, and the uttermost parts of the earth for thy possession.” —Psalm 2:8

Right: The wooden bust of Native American Squanto at the Pilgrim Hall Museum in Plymouth. Photo by Christine Hochkeppel, Cape Cod Times.

¶ A Cherokee friend once commented to me, “When Columbus stumbled upon this hemisphere, he thought it was India, and we’ve been “Indians” ever since. Good thing he didn’t think he’d landed in Turkey.”

¶ Overshadowed in the consumptive habits that now characterize our Thanksgiving holiday is the virtue of the family gatherings. The sustaining power of those memories are celebrated in “Wanting Memories,” by Ysaye M. Barnwell, performed here by Sweet Honey in the Rock.

¶ Of course, the ache from the absence of family now passed, or living far away, is also part of the day, as Ray Davies’ captures in “Thanksgiving Day.”

¶ Traditional American values.  “President Obama stated that to ‘close the doors in their [the refugees’] face would undermine our American values.’ Although I welcome refugees escaping religious persecution, we should not be compromising America’s security for the sake of ‘values.’” —recent letter to the editor in the “Asheville Citizen-Times”

¶ Few have heard of King Philip’s War, the bloodiest—in terms of the percentage of population killed—in our history. In World War II the US lost just under 1% of its adult male population; in the Civil War, the figure was 4-5%. In King Philip’s War (also called the First Indian War), 8% of the English colonists died and, far more profoundly, the Native population of southern New England sustained a loss of 60-80%, counting those who died in battle, illness, or from forced migration. King Philip was the adopted English name of the Wampanoag Nation Chief Metacomet. —Nationiel Philbrick, “Mayflower: A Story of Courage, Community, and War”

¶ Consider participating in StoryCorps’ The Great Thanksgiving Listen” (see this 1:10 minute video), collecting audio recordings of your elders, plus a follow up video, “Interview Tips With Steve Inskeep,” host of NPR Morning Edition.

¶ My friend Sharon Buttry, one of the most effective community organizers and interfaith activists I know, is preparing to cook Thanksgiving dinner using her newly-installed wood stove. Read her “Grandma’s Stove” reflection in ReadTheSpirit (a great source on the web for interfaith news, insight and inspiration).

¶ The “Charlie Brown Thanksgiving video (8:35 minutes) is a tradition in some households.

¶ Baby Blues cartoon.  Wanda, in distress: “I can’t do it again, Darryl!” who then responds, “Yes you can! You have to!”
        “But it’s so much work!” she says. “I’ll help,” he offers.
        “Couldn’t we just order pizza for Thanksgiving?”
        “Wanda, if we give up, the turkeys win!”

¶ Pastor John Robinson’s farewell sermon to that part of his migrating Separatist congregation (aka the Pilgrims) when they disembarked are these memorable lines which we can and should cherish:
        “If God reveal anything to you by any other instrument of His, be as ready to receive it as you were to receive any truth from my ministry, for I am verily persuaded the Lord hath more truth and light yet to break forth from His holy word. The Lutherans cannot be drawn to go beyond what Luther saw. Whatever part of His will our God has revealed to Calvin, they (Lutherans) will rather die than embrace it; and the Calvinists, you see, stick fast where they were left by that great man of God, who yet saw not all things. This is a misery much to be lamented.”

¶ Helpful hints.Five Things to Do When an Anti-Muslim Hate Rally Comes to Town,” Jordan Denari, Sojourners.

Right: Design by Ken Sehested, using a background photo by Marc Mullinax.

¶ Preach it. “If the only prayer you say in your life is thank you, it will be enough.” —Meister Eckhart (1260-1328), German theologian and mystic

¶ Call to the table. “To journey without being changed is to be a nomad. To change without a journey is to be a chameleon. To journey and be transformed by the journey is to be a pilgrim.” —Mark Nepo

¶ Lectionary for Sunday next. “Zechariah’s question to the angel—‘How will I know that this is so? For I am an old man, and my wife is getting on in years?’—is pretty much the same as Mary’s question—‘How can this be, since I am a virgin?’ Both are skeptical. Both raise the question of biological impossibility. Yet Mary immediately launches into her song of praise, while Zechariah goes dumb, unable to speak.” —read Ken Sehested’s “Same question, different outcomes: A meditation on Zechariah

 Just for fun from Ellen DeGeneres, “Ellen’s Got Your Thanksgiving Seating Arrangement(5:35 minutes).

¶ Benediction. “Sorrow everywhere. Slaughter everywhere. If babies / are not starving someplace, they are starving / somewhere else. With flies in their nostrils. / But we enjoy our lives because that's what God wants…. / We must risk delight. We can do without pleasure, / but not delight. Not enjoyment. We must have / the stubbornness to accept our gladness in the ruthless / furnace of this world. To make injustice the only / measure of our attention is to praise the Devil.—Jack Gilbert, “A Brief for the Defense

¶ Recessional. Natalie Cole, “Be Thankful.”

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Featured this week on prayer&politiks:

•“All the day long,” a litany for worship inspired by Psalm 25

•“Boundary to Benedictus,” a poem about the Luke 1 story about Zechariah

•“Same question, different outcomes: A meditation on Zechariah

•“Venite Adoremus (Come and Adore),” an Advent poem

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Venite Adoremus (Come and Adore)

A poem for Advent

by Ken Sehested

I have given birth countless
Times, too many stillborn
And breathless, despite
Conception in the
Throes of passion and
Patient preparation. Restless
Nights and nauseous days
And stretch marks
Amniotic fluid securing watery
Life, waiting, kicking
Kicking and waiting
Anxious about that
Birth canal’s tumultuous ride
And leaky breasts
Until then, waiting, kicking
Kicking and waiting
Waddling stride
Provoking curious stares
Down Broadway in
Manhattan and
Comments from strangers
On the bus, a complete stranger
Saying, I bet it’s a girl
No, says another across
The aisle, she’s carrying
High, it’s a boy, with unseen
Choired angels arrayed
testing their pitch:
Venite adoremus!
Come and adore!

Who are these people? Why
Didn’t I ask for phone numbers
And maybe recipes? But they
Barrel on past my stop to
Where I wish I knew. Who is
Waiting for them, I wonder, like
Those truckers I notice rumbling
On up the interstate when I exit
For gas and a pee, no need for
My company, four-wheelers
Just get in the way

How far have you been
Today? I want to ask
How far are you going? Who
Did you leave behind?
And who’s expecting you home
For supper and maybe
A little foreplay? At how
Many weigh stations
Have you caught a nap? How
Many amphetamines
With a coffee chaser?
Careful, lane closed ahead
And some fool in an aging
Skylark thinks he can jump
The line. How long must
Shaving drive-time pad
Your paycheck?

Back on the Broadway
Bus: Would that every
Harbinger of new life
Had such power to soften
Calloused eyes, disarm
Suspicion, open avenues of
Conversation and familial
Approach between those with
No calculation, no stalkers, no
Chance of profit from the
Encounter.
Venite adoremus!
Truckers would trade a
Tailwind for such
Encounters. Surely there’s
More to life than the load

Back to my projects: Not
Children, exactly, though
Something like that, each with
Distinctive histories, names, even
And aspirations, so many that
I’ve forgotten more than
I know. You get used to
Stillbirth or you drown in
Tears. Sometimes, like
Tonight, I would prefer
That drowning, but that’s
Just the endorphin shortage
Talking, and lament’s
Communion with brother
Jack Daniel

Let’s just sleep on it
And trust the daybreak’s
Rise to bring more
Light than heat
If saying your prayers
Is an obstacle to
Prayer, cut it out (as
Bro. Merton advised)
Anyway, I’m too transparent
To go fooling any
Heavenly host or another
Hell, I publish books
As a hobby
Stocking stuffers, Amazon
Resellers for pennies
A page. If a fool I am
Let me not be suffered
But give me a
Wall to build stretching
To every sunrise’s horizon
For the sheer beauty
Of assembled stones
Of channeling gravity
To welcome every riprap
Rock’s homely shape.
Venite adoremus!

There are no
Disingenuous stones, nor
Do they preen for
Attention. They have
Learned patience over
The eons, like the
18-wheelers up the
Long stretch of
I-25 miles of northern
New Mexico, Cherette Mesa
Out the port side
Just up from Wagon Mound
And countless other
Sentries in the Land of
Enchantment outlined by
Full moon, the night sky
Sprayed with falling
Stars*, though none of
Them, as yet, displaying the
Signs of Salvation’s advance

I want that
Equanimity in the
Face of history’s
Pileups and projects’
Ruin. Some of those
Bus patrons in
Manhattan and
Highway cowboys
Headed north on I-25
Want it, too, at least
As far as Washington
Heights (for the former)
Where you have
To transfer, or Buffalo
Wyoming (for the latter)
Where you have
To pick another number
I’ll bet lovers there
Suffer stillborns, too, and
Dreamers who believe
Another world is not
Only possible but
Promised as well
Living to tell about it
In splendiferous oblation
Venite adoremus!
While semis jake brake into
Town, maybe pick up
The winning lottery
Ticket with their diesel
And a shower, maybe pie
Too. No Doubt they have
Projects as well, named
Or unnumbered and tears
Enough to spare

When will death’s destiny
Be sealed in its grave?
Whence come the signs*
Displayed by sun and moon
And stars and all earth’s
Distress, heaven itself
Shaking from the salvos
Launched as the empire’s
Rage against every
Economy off grace?
Foretell the promised
Arrival, marked by might
Perfected in mercy
Bridling the clouds with
Exaltation of the One
Whose embrace shelters
Every failed project, every
Homely rock’s shape, soothing
Every creature’s grief, every
Tear’s salty sting.

Hail, Mary, full of grace
Fearlessly staring shame
Back to perdition and
Welcoming resurrection
From the grave, be with
us now and at the
Hour of our death
Let earth’s habitation
Take its stand, all heads
Raised, scouring the
Horizons of sight and sound
For hints of Redemption’s
Disclosure. Venite, venite,
Venite adoremus!
O come, O come, O come
Let us adore!

*cf, Luke 21:25-36

©Ken Sehested @ prayerandpolitiks.org

Portal of praise

Praise as presage to Advent’s treason

by Ken Sehested

The Manger’s trailhead opens at
the portal of praise and genuflecting
thanks. Not because heaven arises to
piety’s incense. But because Advent’s
brush with mortal flesh is a perilous journey,
fraught with insurrection’s threat,
pregnancy’s scandal, birthed from
stabled bed, and Herod’s foam and fury.

The innocents take it in the chops every
time. Yet Advent threatens treason to
every Herod-hearted arrangement.

Alas, deliverance is a long time coming,
and grows longer still. Because vultures
still circle when nations preen, sanctifying
fields with opened veins, feeding sepulchers,
their reap still grim. Only praise-practiced
souls have a slip of a chance, because they
know the dance that sustains through
malice and maim and every menacing
flame. Only laudatory aria echoes to
each distant hollow, every craggy perch,
destined to breach the deepest dungeon’s seal.

To say thanks is to honor an alliance and
affirm a reliance beyond self-encumbered
competence and conceit. To praise is to
raise the eyes, staring dauntless in the
face of lies and all manner of threat,
breaking the hold of regret, anchored
in the assurance that not even death
can check the Breath that crests over
bleached bone and scorched lung,
aspiring life beyond all knowing.

Only canticles can tell. Only thanks can
hallowing render. Only praise can
leverage the earth’s maddening orbit back
to its Rightful Tender. No longer shall
the beggarly be auctioned to satisfy
ravenous demand, but they shall find
refuge, deliverance, in secured
Promised Land. For the Blessed One
has vowed a ransomed release from
misery’s increase: healing the lamed,
gathering the shamed, transforming
their weeping to a torrent of praise.*

Torrential praise.
Rapturous,
irrepressible,
resplendent praise.
Oh come
let us
adore.

*cf. Zephaniah 3:19
©Ken Sehested  •  Advent 2015  • @prayerandpolitiks.org

News, views, notes, and quotes

19 November 2015  •  No. 46

Invocation. "Malka moma” (“Little Girl”), Bulgarian folk song performed by Neli Andreeva and the Filip Kutev Ensemble.

Call to worship. “Come ye fearful people come / Cast your sighs to highest heav’n / Yet—though terror’s harvest spread, / Casting sorrow in its stead— / Still the Promise doth endure / Life abounding to secure / Come, ye thankful hearts, confess / Mercy’s lien o’er earth’s distress.” —Ken Sehested, new verse to “Come, Ye Thankful People, Come

Photo at right. “Toadstool. Streaks of airglow burst off the horizon amid the soft glow of Page, Arizona, some 75 miles distant,” with the Milky Way shining overhead. —David Lane Astrophotography

Good news. “On Sunday, Nov. 15, 2015, during the 175th anniversary event for the Witherspoon Street Presbyterian Church, the Presbyterian Church (USA) Synod of the Northeast will clear the church’s debt of approximately $175,000 as an act of racial reconciliation.” (Thanks Evelyn.)

Congratulations to the Fellowship of Reconciliation (USA)  on their centennial anniversary! FOR is the world’s oldest multi-faith peace-building organization.

Song of praise. Sydney Carter’s “Lord of the Dance” performed by LordSong.

Left: UNICEF photo.

A retro photo of Meryl Streep is circulating on the internet, with this commentary from the famous actor:
        “This [photo, in a New York subway train] was me on my way home from an audition for King Kong where I was told I was too ‘ugly’ for the part. This was a pivotal moment for me. This one rogue opinion could derail my dreams of becoming an actress or force me to pull myself up by the boot straps and believe in myself. I took a deep breath and said ‘I'm sorry you think I'm too ugly for your film but you're just one opinion in a sea of thousands and I'm off to find a kinder tide.’”
        If you’re counting, Streep now has 19 Oscar and 29 Golden Globe nominations—both records in the acting industry.

Prayer of intercession. “later that night / i held an atlas in my lap / ran my fingers across / the whole world / and whispered / where does it hurt?  / it answered / everywhere / everywhere / everywhere.” —Somali-British poet Warsan Shire

Words of assurance. Monks at the Suzdal (Russia) Monastery singing Chesnokov’s “Mystical Sacrifice.

Uh-oh.Study: Religious Kids Are Jerks,” Bobby Azarian. “A study published in the journal Current Biology testing the behavior of Christian, Muslim, and atheist children has found that religious kids are meaner and less generous.” (Present company excepted, of course.)

Turn off the news for a minute and read this short anecdote by Naomi Shihab Nye.
        “Wandering around the Albuquerque Airport Terminal, after learning my flight had been delayed four hours, I heard an announcement: ‘If anyone in the vicinity of Gate A-4 understands any Arabic, please come to the gate immediately.’ Well—one pauses these days. Gate A-4 was my own gate. I went there.
        “An older woman in full traditional Palestinian embroidered dress, just like my grandma wore, was crumpled to the floor, wailing. ‘Help,’ said the flight agent. ‘Talk to her. What is her problem? We told her the flight was going to be late and she did this.’” —continue reading "Gate A-4"

Speaking of Nye, you’ll love this poem, “One Boy Told Me(2:37 minutes).

Then read “Christians, Muslims grieving for Paris together,” a short blog post by “Merely Me.”  (Thanks, Norman.)

Immgration again to the forefront of presidential candidates’ debate. “4 lies about immigration” is Robert Reich’s dollars-and-cents rebuttal of common “myths” about the social costs/benefits of immigrants (2:21 minutes).

¶ “When I talk to conservative Christians about their stance on a hot button issue like abortion or gay marriage, they usually quote the Bible. But when I’ve spoken to them about admitting Syrian refugees, almost none of them do.” See more about why as Kathleen Newland, a senior fellow at the Migration Policy Institute in Washington, says, “The refugee resettlement program is the least likely way for a terrorist to infiltrate the US.” Jonathan Merritt, Religion News Service

Before interrogating Muslims on religiously-sanctioned violence, Jews and Christians must first come to terms with their own sacred texts, such as:
        •“Thou shalt surely smite the inhabitants of that city [which has worshiped other gods] with the edge of the sword, destroying it utterly, and all that is therein, and the cattle thereof, with the edge of the sword.” —Moses, relaying God’s command to the children of Israel, Deuteronomy 13:15
        •“Now go and attack Amalek, and utterly destroy all that they have; do not spare them, but kill both man and woman, child and infant, ox and sheep, camel and donkey.” —Hebrew judge and prophet Samuel, prefacing the instruction with “thus says the Lord of hosts” to King Saul, 1 Samuel 15:3
        • “Happy shall they be who take your [the Babylonians’] little ones and dash them against the rock!” —Psalm 137:9

And then there’s history like this.  “It was a fearful sight to see them thus frying in the fire and the streams of blood quenching the same, and horrible was the stink and scent thereof; but the victory seemed a sweet sacrifice, and [we] gave the praise thereof to God.” —William Bradford, governor of the early Plymouth Colony, writing in 1637 of his Pilgrim community’s annihilation of a Pequot Indian village along the Mystic River

¶ “Army of God? 6 Modern-Day Christian Terrorist Groups You Never Hear About,” by Alex Henderson, AlterNet.

¶ “How do we stop young Muslims becoming radicalised?” is the question we now continually ask. But it’s a deeply misleading question . . . . We buy into the radicalisation hypothesis because we want evil to be mysterious and other; something that has nothing to do with us. We want to tell ourselves that we are secular and enlightened and so have no part in all of this bloodshed. It’s what people commonly do with evil – we conceptualise it as being as far away from us as possible. But if Islamic terrorism is really all about politics, then we have to admit that the long history of disastrous western interventions in the Middle East is a part of the cause of the horror that continues to unfold. In other words, we have to face our responsibility.” Giles Fraser, “It’s not religion that creates terrorists, it’s politics”

For background. Ever wondered why the jidahist group most in the news these days goes by several names, e.g., ISIS, ISIL, Islamic State, Daesh? Read Lauren Markoe’s helpful explanation.

¶ “Not in my name—Muslims against ISIS.”  A group of young British Muslims have joined the fight back against Islamic State militants with a video (1:19 minutes) and social media campaign.

Allah says: “Whosoever kills an innocent human being, it shall be as if he has killed all mankind, and whosoever saves the life of one, it shall be as if he had saved the life of all mankind…” —Qur’an 5:32

¶ “Paris Attack Leads to Calls for Religious Discrimination in Law Enforcement, Immigration," by Don Byrd, Baptist News Global.

¶ “The ‘war on terrorism’ is violent and punitive. The war will be won by those who are able to exact the higher price in lives and resources, by those who are able to instill the greater fear. In short, the victor in a violent war on terrorism will be the party that is most adept at inflicting terror. . . . The only peace that can come from the effort to oppose terror with terror is the peace of the graveyard.” —Lee Griffith (Griffith’s relatively-unknown “The War on Terrorism and the Terror of God” is the best book I know for its combination of analysis and theological reflection.)

¶ “Four former U.S. Air Force drone operators issued a public letter on Wednesday warning that the United States' ongoing targeted killing program ‘is one of the most devastating driving forces for terrorism and destabilization around the world.’ The letter, addressed to U.S. President Barack Obama, Defense Secretary Ashton Carter, and CIA Chief John Brennan accuses the administration of fueling ‘tragedies such as the attacks in Paris’ while ‘lying publicly about the effectiveness of the drone program.’” Lauren McCauley, Common Dreams

Left: World Peace prayer art by Jody Richards. The text is an adaptation by Satish Kumar of a mantra from the Hindue Upanishads.

The fear of religion’s bloodletting legacy. “Why Downton [‘Downton Abbey,” the popular BBC drama] doesn’t do God: TV chiefs ordered show’s creators to ‘leave religion out of it’ in case they upset viewers.’” Amanda Williams, Mailonline

Preach it. “If the faith doesn’t call us all to humility and release of unjustified privilege—especially over the stranger—it is not safe for our melting earth. If you are a Christian and you think that Jesus loves you more than Jihadi John, you don’t know Jesus. And, it follows, you probably don’t know much about John, either. . . . Beware a faith that fits quietly around a fist.” Gary Gunderson, “small god”

Despite being among the most repressive regimes in the world, Saudi Arabia is about to receive a $1.29 billion arms purchase of bombs and munitions from the US, one month after the US approved an $11.25 million in combat ships. According to the United Nations, the Saudi Arabia’s seven-month military assault on Yemen has already taken the lives of over 2,300 civilians, wounding nearly 5,000 others.
        Can you guess why? According to a spokesperson for the US Defense Security Cooperation Agency, the purchases insure “defense,” “stability in the region,” and . . . wait for it . . . “to safeguard the world’s largest oil reserves.” Sarah Lazare, Common Dreams

Lection for Sunday next. “O children of Zion, be glad and rejoice in the Lord your God; for God has given the early rain for your vindication. The threshing floors shall be full of grain, the vats shall overflow with wine and oil. I will repay you for the years that the swarming locust has eaten, the hopper, the destroyer, and the cutter, my great army, which I sent against you. You shall eat in plenty and be satisfied, and praise the name of the Lord your God, who has dealt wondrously with you. And my people shall never again be put to shame.” —Joel 2:23-26

Just for fun. Photos of “15 woodpiles that have been stacked into gorgeous works of art.”

Call to the table.There is room at the table for everyone,” by Carrie Newcomer.

Altar call. “No one heals himself by wounding another.” —St. Ambrose of Milan

Left: Sign outside a Brooklyn, NY, café, photo by Julie Pennington-Russell.

Benediction. “It is the resurrection which is the terror of God to all who believe that death should have the final word. It is the promise of the resurrection which renders null and void the victories of all who shed blood.” —Lee Griffith

Recessional. Charles-Marie Widor, Toccata from Symphony No. 5 (6+ minutes).

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Featured this week on prayer&politiks:

      •“Testimony in a Time of Terror,” a litany for worship

      •“When life is violated: Grist for the contemplative mill in seasons of trouble,” a collection of quotes

      •“Blood moon arising,” a litany for worship inspired by Mark 13:24-37, Joel 2:31, Daniel 7:13, Acts 2:20, Revelation 6:12

Special resources for Thanksgiving

      •“On saying thanks,” a poem for Thanksgiving

      •“Come Ye Thankful (and Ye Cranky) People Come,” by Abigail Hastings, a Thanksgiving call to worship

      •“Why is it so hard to say thanks? 10 reasons

      •“Now Thank We All Our God,” revised lyrics

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Why is it hard to say thanks?

10 reasons

by Ken Sehested

1. Often, just because we’re not paying attention.

2. The barrage of demands on our time and energy creates “tunnel vision,” making it difficult to see anything that’s not directly in front of our noses.

3. The world owes me! Why should I say thanks for the things I deserve?

4. Saying thanks means I will be in someone’s debt—I’ll have to return the favor later on—and I’ve already gone beyond my credit limit.

5. Saying thank you is a form of weakness—and there are many predators out there looking to exploit such weakness.

6. My Mama taught me to say please-and-thank-you, but she doesn’t know how the world really works.

7. To thank someone is to admit they are your equal. And if you are equal, then I’m not special.

8. If you’re going to succeed in this life, you’ve got to have an edge. Saying thanks dulls the edge.

9. Saying thanks is admitting I’m not self-sufficient. I don’t do dependency. Only the strong survive.

10. I work hard. I earned what I got. I’m the captain of my own ship, and I don’t take on passengers.

©Ken Sehested @ prayerandpolitiks.org

 

Come Ye Thankful (and Ye Cranky) People Come

A call to worship on Thanksgiving

by Abigail Hastings

Come ye thankful people, come
go ahead and raise
         that song of harvest home

Come ye cranky people, come
raise your dirge
of gloom and glum

Come ye melancholy people, come
hum your wistful
losses, hum

Come ye goofy people, come
sing ye silly ditties
no matter how dumb

Come ye
thankful, happy,
         smiling, tormented, forlorn,
                  complacent, grateful people . . . come!

Raise your song of harvest,
         of home,
                  of things longed-for and things unknown

For all are welcome to this hour of worship ~

A bounty of grace awaits you
a side order of mercy is being prepared for you
and a doggie bag is available
         for you to take with you what is needful
         for your soul to continue to rejoice
                  in the fullness of God’s table
                           that is spread before us.

Let us join in the worship of God.

©Abigail Hastings @ prayerandpolitiks.org

Blood moon arising

A litany for worship, inspired by Mark 13:24-37, Joel 2:31, Daniel 7:13, Acts 2:20, Revelation 6:12

With a blood moon steep arising, and the sun beyond its set; stars, wobbling in their course, submit to gravity’s fated threat.

The Apocalypse’s disclosure of the Promised One’s descent into creaturely exposure ’mid cruel suffering and lament.

Speak, O Ancient of Days, from moon’s eclipse, sun’s sunken shroud, from blackened hills and choking streams,

From sundered hopes and punctured screams, from molested soil and soul stooped, bowed.

Hence from silenced tongues bring clamorous crowd to greet the angels’ restive news of heaven’s ire with earth’s disdain.

With a blood moon steep arising, and the sun beyond its set, let watchful eyes and wakened hearts mark midnight hours and cockcrow dawns.

E’vn should earth decay and heaven betray, the Word will prevail over every travail.

Keep awake—though you know neither hour nor day, from hither or yon—for your Comforter surely hastens.

©Ken Sehested @ prayerandpolitiks.org

When life is violated

Grist for the contemplative mill in seasons of trouble

Selected by Ken Sehested

§ If it were all so simple! If only there were evil people somewhere insidiously committing evil deeds, and it were necessary only to separate them from the rest of us and destroy them. But the line dividing good and evil cuts through the heart of every human being. And who is willing to destroy a piece of his own heart? —Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn

§ The ultimate weakness of violence is that it is a descending spiral, begetting the very thing it seeks to destroy. . . . Returning violence for violence multiples violence, adding deeper darkness to a night already devoid of stars. Darkness cannot drive out darkness; only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate; only love can do that. —Martin Luther King Jr.

§ When will our consciences grow so tender that we will act to prevent human misery rather than avenge it? —Eleanor Roosevelt

§ I know war as few other men now living know it, and nothing to me is more revolting. I have long advocated its complete abolition, as its very destructiveness on both friend and foe has rendered it useless as a method of settling international disputes. —General Douglas MacArthur

§ Violence can destroy power; it is utterly incapable of creating it. —Hannah Arendt

§ hatred bounces. —e.e. cummings

§ The only way I know to pluck from the hearts of enemies their desire to destroy us is to remove from their lives the sense that, for their own physical and spiritual survival, they must. —David James Duncan

§ Fear is the polio of the soul, which prevents our walking by faith. —Clarence Jordan

§ Courage has never been about being fearless, it has always been about loving something or someone so much that you'll brave the scary parts. —Carrie Newcomer

§ We all want peace, of course. But we also want what we cannot have without war. —anonymous

§ Every war already carries within it the war which will answer it. Every war is answered by a new war, until everything, everything is smashed. —Käthe Kollwitz

§ I have learned through bitter experience the one supreme lesson: to conserve my anger, and, as heat conserved is transmitted into energy, even so our anger controlled can be transmitted into a power which can move the world. —Mahatma Gandhi

§ Anger makes us all stupid. —Johanna Spyri

§ You point out that war is only a symptom of the whole horrid business of human behavior and cannot be isolated. And that, even if we abolish war, we shall not abolish hate and greed. So might it have been argued about slave emancipation, that slavery was but one aspect of human disgustingness, and that to abolish it would not end the barbarity that causes it. But did the abolitionists therefore waste their breath? And do we waste ours now in protesting against war? —Rose Macaulay

§ If I have learned anything in my life, it is that bitterness consumes the vessel that contains it. —Rubin “Hurricane” Carter

§ Every gun that is made, every warship launched, every rocket fired signifies, in the final sense, a theft from those who hunger and are not fed, those who are cold and are not clothed. This is not a way of life at all, in any true sense. Under a cloud of war, it is humanity hanging from a cross of iron. —Dwight D. Eisenhower

§ May we look upon our treasures, the furniture of our houses and our garments and try whether the seeds of war have nourishment in our possessions. —John Woolman

§ The only thing that’s been a worse flop than the organization of nonviolence has been the organization of violence. —Joan Baez

§ Come ye fearful people come / Cast your sighs to highest heav’n / Yet—though terror’s harvest spread, / Casting sorrow in its stead— / Still the Promise doth endure / Life abounding to secure / Come, ye thankful hearts, confess / Mercy’s lien o’er earth’s distress. —Ken Sehested, new verse to “Come, Ye Thankful People, Come”

§ Do we really believe that Christianity will perish unless it be defended by war? If we do believe that, then we have deliberately passed a vote of no confidence in Christianity. If Christianity needs this kind of defence then there is little that is really divine about it. We must conclude that a faith which needs the defence of modern warfare is not a faith which even deserves to survive. —William Barclay

§ We have grasped the mystery of the atom and rejected the Sermon on the Mount. Ours is a world of nuclear giants and ethical infants.  We know more about war than we know about peace, more about killing than we know about living. —General Omar Bradley

§ We have places of fear inside of us, but we have other places as well—places with names like trust and hope and faith. We can choose to lead from one of those places. —Parker Palmer

§ No one heals himself by wounding another. —St. Ambrose of Milan

§ It is the resurrection which is the terror of God to all who believe that death should have the final word. It is the promise of the resurrection which renders null and void the victories of all who shed blood. —Lee Griffith

§ Be angry, but sin not. —Ephesians 4:26

©Ken Sehested @ prayerandpolitiks.org

Now Thank We All Our God

Revised lyrics to a Thanksgiving hymn

Now thank we all our God, With heart and hands and voices
Who wondrous things hath done, In whom the world rejoices
Who, from our mother’s arms, Hath blessed us on our way
With countless gifts of love, And still is ours today

O may this bounteous God, Through all our life be near us
With ever joyful hearts, And blessed peace to cheer us
Enfold us in Your grace, and guide us when perplexed
And free us from all ills, In this world and the next

All praise and thanks to God, All gratitude be given
Our Christ and Spirit reign, Rejoice O highest heaven
The Sovereign One attends, All earth and heaven adore
For thus it was, is now, And shall be evermore.

Words: Martin Rinkart; alt. Ken Sehested; Music: Johann Cruger

©Ken Sehested @ prayerandpolitiks.org

 

A note from Gerald, on investing in prayer&politiks

We interrupt the weekly "Signs of the Times" posting schedule for an important note
from Gerald,
guardian angel of prayer&politiks and scribe for the
heavenly host’s synod overseeing this site’s vision and mission.

I hope (after you read this note) you’ll listen to Ken Sehested’s granddaughter reading The Beatitudes on All Saints Day.

There’s more to this request than grandfatherly pride—or even the sheer cuteness of an articulate, confident seven-year old reading Scripture in public.

Both of these things are surely true. But there’s substance, beyond the sentiment, at stake in the reading.

How do we experience, perform, and articulate our faith in a way that insists on the content of the Sermon on the Mount? As opposed to marginalizing its guiding purpose. (e.g., The Apostle’s Creed covers Jesus’ life and teaching with a comma: “. . . born—comma—suffered . . . crucified . . . rose again. . . .”)

How do we yoke intelligence with passion and wisdom to advance clarity? How can the dance between prayer and politiks—spiritual formation and prophetic action—be orchestrated by beauty and truth, which is to say, the Holy Spirit, in meaningful ways in a world tilted toward disfiguring deceit?

Is prayer&politiks valuable? And viable?

My first annual report (“Good news from Gerald”) revealed that expenses and contributions matched almost to the dollar for our first 12 months of publishing. But it also notes that a modest wage needs to be raised in order to sustain the work.

The goal is 300 readers contributing an average of $1 per week, in exchange for the weekly “Signs of the Times” column and a wide range of other original material.

No doubt you have a nearly endless array of reading options to fill the spare amount of available time. Choosing is itself a challenge. Among the criteria you use are questions like these:

What helps winnow the news, weigh the signs, and awaken faith to the evidence of power not yet seen?

If prayer&politiks qualifies, let us know.

—Gerry

P.S. We’d like to send an autographed free copy of In the Land of the Living: prayers personal and public, Ken’s first book of litanies written for use in his congregation, to everyone who contributes $52 or more between now and the end of the year. (You could designate someone else as the book’s recipient.)

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